As she whispered to him this morning, her hair was a deep auburn red. It was their code, so he knew it was her coming in the door and not someone impersonating her. These were paranoid times and, both active with the Order, few knew it better than Remus and Tonks. Her hair slipped back towards her natural brown before her mind forced her energy to reassert and her hair to keep the red she told him she'd have. Still, the fading betrayed her current exhaustion. It had been a horribly long day. Long even that, perhaps selfishly, she hadn't even dreamt of the state he'd be in with her being late from work. Late nights were something she suspected they'd have to become used to.
The sudden grasp against her form shocked her, woke her up a bit more as she, in turn, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a tight, tired hug. He was warm from the fire and the comfort of indoors, he smelled familiar and musky. Shaggy as ever and so entirely the man she loved, Nymphadora closed her eyes quietly and said nothing a few moments, just savouring the thing she had been dreading -- coming home.
She finally pulled back, after a few moments of her smooth cheek resting against the scruff of his own. She didn't entirely let go, but she loosened herself enough from his arms so she could look up to his eyes. There was earnest apology and a touch of guilt in her tired gaze. "Remus, I... I'm sorry. I had to stay a bit after work. Then... I stopped at the Cauldron. I had to hear... hear what people were saying. There is too much happening. People are speaking freely now, but it won't last long. I had to get what information I could. I... I should have sent an owl. I'm sorry." Her apology was genuine even if the mistake was no doubt a symptom of her youth. One of the biggest differences between them, though they'd manage to over come it. She still acted her age at times, difficult as it could be.